There have been and still are a lot of things happening around my Owner, the house, my job, his job: nothing terrible, just a lot of things to deal with. Las Vegas is in chaos as we prepare for the F1 Race in November. So both of our jobs are in chaos as well!

So I may have some old things I need to post. But I will tell you when they are past events. You will understand in a little while. Thank You.

Recently

Master-Sir and I had an open talk, and a lot of things were talked about and discussed. That is what I like about Him; we can talk like two normal people while still being Master and slave.

Since we started the maintenance spankings, I have never felt happier and more obedient in my life. I love it as much as He does. Difficult to understand how we have come closer to each other by Him beating my ass regularly and making me tell him things.

Being more obedient has led me into some deep corners of my mind and my slave soul. It makes me question everything I am doing and wonder how I can do it better. How can I be a better slave to Him?

Even the simple act of having these one-on-one conversations where we are both open and free to talk. I usually sit on the couch next to Him like husband/wife. I wouldn’t say I liked that; it didn’t feel right. So I sat on the floor at His side as we talked.

My Orgasm

Of all the things we talked about, the big one was my orgasm. Since the last time we had this chat, He decided I could have an orgasm any time that I felt I needed one. If I was being fucked, I had to let the man know when I was about to cum, and they could stop me. But if not, I was free to have one (or more).

That was fun the first few weeks, but it bothered me. That is not what we agreed to. I feel it was wrong to give me that freedom, the ability to make that decision.

I’m the slave; He is supposed to be in charge of me, look after me, and guide me in His life. I’m not here to enjoy being on my own. Thats not what drives me to serve.

I was missing that control. The pain and the agony of having to suffer for Him. To have to wait until HE allowed it to happen if He ever allowed it to happen. I want someone else to make that call for me—thats not my job.

I am there to be used for their pleasures; my pleasure is for me to see them smile after using me. To thank HIm for allowing them to fuck my holes.

In a strange way, I guess that’s how I get off by not being allowed to get off. To have Them tell me if I can and when I can.

Master-Sir has promised to take back that power. That made me a very happy slave. They are, once again, HIS Orgasms.

More to come

Love always,

A very happy and well-owned slave!